Ned

The lights were off; only a bit of moonlight shone through the windows. Soft music hovered around the room. Two shapes lay under the comforter. I knew I wasn't being invited in to discuss my school grades. Moving around to my Mom's side of the bed, I lifted the corner of the cover.

"Take off your pj's, Ned."

Neither coaxing nor threats were necessary, and my body was quickly naked. I slid in next to Mom and began to suck on her nipples. At the same time, my hand moved down and my fingers entered a gooey cunt. I knew from listening to my friends at school all about the concept of 'sloppy seconds', but since my sole experience was with Mom — forget Nicole in Amsterdam — I had no first hand knowledge, nor could I very well discuss it. The idea, though, was exciting, thinking about putting my cock into the remains of my Dad's cum, that very juice that had created me.

I put my knee between hers and raised myself over her. Our lips met and we exchanged tongues, all part of the foreplay of our fucking. I could see Dad's hand caressing Mom's hair as he rested on one elbow, watching us. Then he got to his knees and moved up, presenting his cock, shiny in the moonlight, to Mom's face. When I felt it between us, I lifted my head, so that he could stick it in her mouth. Much to my surprise, Dad twisted his hips to follow me, follow my head. The head of his meat rested against my lips, not pressing, but leaving no doubt about his intentions. Mom spoke, in a soft whisper.

"It's OK, Ned. It doesn't mean that you're gay."

I opened my mouth to ask that question but before I could articulate it, Dad's cock slid slowly in. His hand reached to the back of my head, not forcing it forward but not letting it go backwards either. Mom continued.

"It's just something that you have to experience."

Mom's hand joined Dad's behind my head.

"You have to feel what it's like when I suck your cock, Ned. You have to feel the throb when he cums. You have to know what it's like for me."

To tell you the truth, I love my Mom, but it seemed to me to be one shitty explanation. I mean, now for sure and even back then instinctively, that there are plenty of girls - women — getting pleasure sucking the cock of a guy who's never had one in his own mouth, and they're not complaining. Yes, I know some women just don't like the idea of sucking cock, it makes them feel demeaned, but that's got nothing to do with technique.

Still, the problem wasn't my Dad's cock, it was my Mom. He was the one who was going to blow his load down my gullet, but she was the one who was masterminding this plot. What could Dad do if I pushed his cock out of my mouth? Beat me? Never. Ground me? Nah. But Mom, she was the one I was in that bed to fuck, the one I had become very accustomed to fucking. If she decided to clamp her knees together and zipper her mouth, I was finished. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Plus I didn't have the nerve to kill myself.

I had been doing the teenage seduction dance with Carrie as well as with a couple of other girls in school. So far, it had been without much success, just some kissing and squeezing tits from outside the blouse — followed by jerking off at home, unless Mom was available for the real thing - but it had been nice to notice that Carrie seemed a bit jealous when she saw me with one of the other girls.

So I wasn't ready for Mom to turn off the spigot. She had the cunt, she had the mouth; if she cut me off, I was shit out of luck. If she wanted me to drink her piss, I had no choice. Same thing right then with Dad's cock in my mouth. Though there wasn't enough light to see my face, I tried to smile. It wasn't easy, physically or mentally.

I had no experience sucking anything except through a straw and Nicole was but a faint memory, but Mom had taught me plenty. Dad's cock was in my mouth as far as it would go without deep-throating me, and fortunately that was not in his mind. I gave one saliva-filled slurp to push all but the head out of my mouth. My hand was clamped on the base as my tongue began to work, licking all over the crown, trying to force it's way into Dad's piss slit.

By then, their hands had left the back of my head, both of them being satisfied that I did not intend to fight. As a result, I was able to take Dad out of me and begin to kiss his schlong up and down the side as well as the underside, back toward his nuts.

My other hand came into play, squeezing those nuts gently as I began to suck the head alone, trying to pull his cum out through that straw hidden inside the cock. A hand rested on my ass; after a moment of terror, I realized that it was Mom's. For a brief moment, I had thought about sliding a finger behind Dad's balls toward his asshole, the way Mom liked me to do, but sanity took over. I didn't want to give Dad any ideas about my ass. If he tried to get his cock in my anus, I would leave, even if it meant giving up Mom's pussy.

Mom's hand snaked between my legs and began to play with my cock. The excitement made my efforts on Dad's cock even stronger, and he soon began to puff, followed by the same expression I sometimes used.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

"Let it go, dear. Let your son have a mouthful."

My tongue was slashing across the head of Dad's cock when I heard him grunt and felt that awful yet exhilarating spurt. Exhilarating because of its very wickedness; awful because I didn't want to have a cock in my mouth. The taste was nothing new; it was just like mine. I've heard that there are differences but mine and Dad's are the only two cums I've ever tasted. Nor do I expect to ever taste any others.

I didn't know what to do. Guys in school, those who weren't afraid to talk about their sexual successes, that is, everyone except those who were fucking their own mothers, those guys said that most of the girls swallowed but that some of them spit out the cum. I wanted to spit; I had no interest even in having gotten this far, and I'd much rather be swallowing pussy juice than sperm. The guys actually sounded more respectful of the girls who spit, who refused to swallow, sounded jealous of the guys whose girls took the cum down to their stomachs.

I swallowed. As I did so, I flopped onto my back and Mom bent over me, her mouth pressing on mine to get some of Dad's cum from my mouth.

"You were wonderful, son. I'm glad you swallowed your father's cum. Now get on top of me and give me a good fuck."

I looked at Dad and then Mom in the darkness. I was shaking; I was crying. I got up and walked toward the door."

"I can't. I'm going to bed."

Masturbation was unnecessary. I cried myself to sleep.

Mom came into my room the next morning as though nothing had happened. I was sleeping late because it was a Saturday. She tossed a pair of baby blue bikinis onto my face.

"Enjoy! Dad and I are going to play golf at the club with Carrie's parents, and then we'll be staying there for dinner. Stay out of mischief."

I rolled onto my side, crumpling up the panties in my hand and using it as a pillow for my face. The aroma of her pussy juices was stronger than usual.

When I woke up again, the house was silent; my parents were already gone. My cock was hard, crying out for me to hold it. How could I refuse my best friend? Well, Carrie is really my best friend, but Big Guy is a different kind of best friend. You know what I mean. I started to stroke him, but then I thought about the previous evening and he began to shrivel up, so I got up and just pissed. That got rid of the hard on easily.

I began to run through my mental black book of potential cunt but I kept coming back to Carrie. I knew that it was really because I wanted her to be it and not just because I thought I had the best chance with her. Plus, her parents would be away all day, with mine. Now my cock was hard, and really needed attention, but I decided to keep the panties dry, to wear them. If I could get a chance to let Carrie see them, that would blow her mind, maybe get her hot enough to give me her cherry. So I took a shower and got myself off there, letting the warm water wash away the cum from the wall, my hand and my leg.

"Hi Carrie, how are you?... Me too... What are you doing today?... Yeah, I know, with my parents... We can go to the mall for lunch, then I'll call out for Chinese for dinner... Yeah, I can afford it... Could you come over and help me with my math homework? I'm stumped... Sure, fifteen minutes."

I had the panties on under my jeans. It's a pain in the ass to piss when the shorts have no fly, but I'd done it enough times to be able to survive the ordeal. We worked on the math for about ten minutes, sitting side by side on two chairs in front of my desk slash computer table. Then I reached my arm out and around her shoulders; she melted into my side and we kissed. My hand went to her tits, but softly. And gentlemanly — outside the sweater. After a few kisses, I whispered to her.

"Want to look at some porn sites?"

"Sure." Her response was without the slightest hesitation.

I booted up the computer and turned to her.

"What kind do you want to look at?"

You could see that the question caught her by surprise. Whatever she answered would be a clue to her interests, and probably to her readiness to get the deed done, just as anxious as I was. My little friend was not stupid.

"I don't know, Ned. What do you think?"

But I wasn't stupid either. I kept trying to get a decision out of her.

"Do you want just naked or triple X? Straight, two guys or two girls?" I decided to press to the limit. "Big tits, big cocks, what?"

I could see that the last question had made her eyes bug out. She bent her face close to my ear, whispering so that I could barely hear her.

"Do your parents know you do this?"

"Yes, Carrie, they do."

I wasn't about to tell her that occasionally I watch some porn with Mom, before or while we fuck. Carrie dropped her voice even lower, if that was possible.

"Go to a movie site. I want to see some real fucking."